The plane was dim lighted this time at night, and the things they’d seen fresh in their minds. Reid had never quite liked to sit by the window, something about statistics of plane crashes and whatnot, so, you took the seat next to him.

“Hey.” He gave you a quick, tight smile, looking up for a second before lowering his gaze again, files in the table before the seats, his hand flicking a pen, clearly shifty or excited about something he would surely share.